Amit Majmudar

On your thirtieth birthday, you find that your clothes Belong to someone slimmer. It’s like only your socks haven’t shrunk in the wash. From then on, you remember Undressing in front of a . . . . Continue Reading »1Jun2014

You needn’t be born a Bourbon To dream your funereal deluge, Some climactic climatic disturbance To rain out the end of your reign. A desultory drizzle of tears Is the most that most of us . . . . Continue Reading »1Feb2014

Infinity requires us to count to three, our calculus and three-step proof. Dust cubed is dust: The sum of love, unequalled, spans the fingers of a single hand. The word, archaic, still solves for . . . . Continue Reading »1Nov2013

Aching for Acre, in a sacred ague, Theyre setting out. They wear only their nightgowns, These ageless androgynes, these little angels Who raise their wooden swords and hymns of glass. . . . . Continue Reading »1Dec2011

After I had burned alive a spell, spellbound by the burning that bound me, I saw an Ice Cross rising down to me through sea- blue sky. This Ice Cross was the eyes cross, submerged for years in . . . . Continue Reading »1Jun2011

Apache rotors, envying windmills no more, Thresh the air wheat-gold. On lonely state routes We can witness them whisper the harvest. They idle gently, no intention to ascend. A fine, dry chaff gilds . . . . Continue Reading »1Aug2009

The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and ­blossom. Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy .”The Book of . . . . Continue Reading »1Jan2009